Old Tricks Songtext
von Thomas Rhett

I remember when
We kids used to be two, three shots
Followed by a couple others
Wake up, have a beer, never needed to recover
A cold red Gatorade, and I′d feel great
Now it's a bottle of Advil and a whole next day

My old tricks don′t work anymore
They don't get it done like they did before
Yeah, the cold, hard truth is gettin' harder to swallow
I guess the younger me is a hard act to follow

My old ways ain′t workin′ for me
Sometimes I still wake up and think I'm 23
All my elders used to tell me this would happen for sure
Now my old tricks don′t work anymore (nah, nah)


If you think that sucks, man, listen
Stupid jokes would make her laugh
Compliments would make her smile
Kisses on her neck always used to drive her wild
All the things I used to do, I can't get away with
Like sayin′, "Huntin' with the boys is a business trip"

My old tricks don′t work anymore
They don't get it done like they did before
Yeah, the cold, hard truth is gettin' harder to swallow
I guess the younger me is a hard act to follow

My old ways ain′t workin′ for me
Sometimes I still wake up and think I'm 23
All my elders used to tell me this would happen for sure
Now my old tricks don′t work anymore

Here we go!
Wait, where we goin'?
Aw, my old, old tricks
They just don′t work anymore

My old tricks don't work anymore
They don′t get it done like they did before
Yeah, the cold, hard truth is gettin' harder to swallow
I guess the younger me is a hard act to follow


My old ways ain't workin′ for me
Sometimes I still wake up and think I′m 23
All my elders used to tell me this would happen for sure
Now my old tricks don't work anymore (no, no)

We ain′t gettin' any younger, are we?
Mhm